Friday, January 27, 2012

Listening /Looking up and seeing crows in the cottonwood trees during the snowy days last week

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author (1817-1862)

The snow is gone for now. Snow never lasts very long in the lowlands of the Pacific Northwest. I'm grateful for that. I will walk four miles in the snow but that's all. When the snow is gone, I walk freely again, but it always takes a little time to get my sense of well-being back. Something about snow pulls the rug out from underneath my usually good spirits.


Taradharma said...

eight miles is a heckofa long way in the deep snow! Me hopes the gentleman had snow shoes on.

that's a beautiful photo - love the way snow turns a photo into a crisp black and white.

Loren said...

I managed to snowshoe the first day. The second day was more ice than snow and the third day was cold, driving rain. I managed to get cabin fever in those three days.

I hope you've been enjoying this week's good weather. I've gotten in several long walks.

Goat said...

Yes, I too have a hard time imagining the good Mr T doing eight miles in snow! Although I've always found something a little off-kilter in the gentleman, so who knows?

Very glad to have found your blog. As you know all too well, this post resonates very clearly with me right now!

am said...

Goat -- Thanks for stopping by and commenting! I've enjoyed following your blog ever since I discovered it at Solitary Walker's blog.